I'm sitting in the Radiopulze studios now, with a hundred percent intention and zero percent of motivation to work on my article for the Media Writing newsletter project. Within ten minutes after I took a single measly sip green tea, I was politely confronted by not one but TWO members of the CIT (Centre for Information Technology, I think.) studios about bringing drinks in. Which is quite laughable, especially in light of the double standards practised by dear ol' Victor, who manages the studios on behalf of CIT. The inflexible nature of some people never ceases to amuse me. Hurhur.
I'm not much of a luxury goods person but I still think this is pretty cool, except they should have made the flower-like motif an orchid. Although the picture shows that the location is around Wheelock Place, I haven't seen it anywhere. It must have been some temporary young designers' project. Either that or I was just not observant enough. All that aside, there's no better place than Orchard Road to have a LV-monogram inspired mailbox, which would fit right in with the likes of Paragon and Takashimaya.
Yesterday's Phonetics and Phonology test was quite manageable, so I'm hoping that my grades will reflect that. That leaves me with two New Media projects, another Media Writing Assignment, a Singapore Film mid-term and the project for said module. While the prospect of storyboarding and filming for the latter is exciting, it's also stressing me out that we haven't settled many important things yet. I managed to get Chuang May to be our lead actress and I think she's perfect for the role. Fingers crossed, fingers crossed.
Speaking of Singapore Film, the Singapore Film Commission will fund the production costs for the feature films of nine young directors under this thing called the New Feature Fund scheme (full story here). I like the idea of experienced directors mentoring the aspiring filmmakers and I suppose it's a good move to discover more Eric Khoos and Royston Tans in our midst. I really do want to watch 'My Magic', but people have been telling me how disturbingly graphic some of the scenes are. During one of the film lectures, our lecturer told us that many people walked out during the screening at Cannes – or some other film festival; can't remember – because of how grossed out they were. Ah well.
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In a Gothic theme park, we sat for a while. Drinking whisky from the bottle, eating jellied-eel from the stream. Tongue tied and hazy, I started to dream. Unimpressed and eccentric, she ate from the stream. Then a butterfly passed, and she let out a gasp, and I could no longer tell, if my dream stood a chance.
In a Gothic theme park, we sat for a while. She watched butterflies dance, whilst I played Russian roulette with my heart. I loaded the gun, wrapped my finger around the trigger, took a deep breath, and left it all to chance. 'Kiss me,' I shouted. Oh how she laughed. Playing Russian roulette with my heart, whilst the butterflies dance.
In a Gothic theme park, we sat for a while. Drinking whisky from the bottle, waiting for my chance. But she has left me now, in this gothic theme park. Wishing we could start afresh, take back all I asked. Nothing ventured nothing gained but oh the pain. Playing Russian roulette with my heart, whilst the butterflies dance.
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Check out my new distraction: Andre Jordan. I am mesmerised by the fluid simplicity with which two seemingly uncomplementary images fit together so perfectly in 'Playing Russian roulette with my heart, whilst the butterflies dance'. My heart is now aching in a strange kneading way as I picture this whole Burton-esque scene in my head; it's not difficult to imagine Johnny Depp in all 'Edward Scissorhands' self-deprecation as the male protagonist, despairing as delicate butterfly wings brush his cheeks as a reminder of his fragile, fleeting hope. Ah.